Rooted

Sitting in the park,

planted on a bench,

rooted through my thighs and

watered through my crown.

Water waves in ripples,

sun beams in a wide live line,

I sit and type this poem,

wondering

do I need to make it rhyme?

I try to compartmentalize life,

through a mere thought and silent breath,

and realize quickly that there is no way

to separate pieces that are meant to blend together.

So instead, I feel.

Rather than think

I feel

Rather than remember

I feel

then release

Rather than regret

I thank the world

for the ability to have felt

the way I have felt.

I intertwine my vines into the earth

through my feet,

and photosynthesize

through my eyes

to water the grass.

I give back to what allowed me to feel in the first place,

the particles and cells

that we are all a part of.

That we all are.

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